Prompt from tumblr. Prompt: Danny is going through eldrict abomination puberty
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"It's a ghost thing, right?" he asked as he worried at his cuticles. "It has to be."
Frostbite stared at him. "No," he said, finally. "Not a normal one in any case."
"Oh," he said, dejected. "Are you sure?"
"Great One," said Frostbite, seriously, "I am sorry to tell you this, but while ghosts may forget their names, the effect does not to extend to others. Much less other ghosts."
"I remember my name just fine," he said, looking back down at his hands. His cuticles were gone. He flexed his hands and started counting knuckles. "It's other people who are having trouble. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker haven't even forgotten it, they're just having... trouble." Fifty was too big a number, and ten was too small. Nevertheless, he reached both numbers at the same time.
"Some of the other... symptoms," said Frostbite, "are normal for a ghost of your age or a ghost of your general power level. The rest are... not."
"Not even the dreams?"
"Most ghosts don't dream."
Danny's tentacles waved dejected until he realized he wasn't supposed to have those, and they turned into wings instead, then shadows. The dreams, after the name thing, had been the most prominent symptom.
"So, I'm definitely sick, then?"
Frostbite didn't answer.
"Frostbite?"
"There is," said Frostbite, "another option. I just hadn't thought it could be..." He turned to Danny with a haunted expression. "Real."
That wasn't encouraging.
"Okay, well. I mean, I'm a half ghost, I'm kind of weird and unbelievable to begin with."
"You... well, yes. I suppose you have a point there. This may be somewhat startling for you to hear, however."
"I'm ready for it," decided Danny. "Can't be worse than not knowing."
"You could be becoming a god."
"Come again?"